Just a fun little scene

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*Trevor adjusts his backpack, pulling a battered pack of Marlboro menthols from the pocket on the left shoulder strap. As he shakes a cigarette loose and lights it, both with his left hand, he notices that the pack had been pristine less than an hour before, and laments to himself that he feels much the same way.*

"Okay, remind me again why we're up here?" Trevor asks, wiping sweat from his brow with his free hand.